Vagabond – Travel Leg 2

Vagabond – Travel Leg 2

[A continuation from Vagabond - Travel Leg 1, although this one is kind of ridiculously long and boring.  I wouldn't blame you for skipping it.]

My sister pointed out to me that the reason Jr. High and High School failed my formula is because there is no “recess” per se anymore.  That’s true.  We are given tiny breaks between classes—usually just long enough to get from one class to the next—and then, of course, there is the dreaded lunch period.  But even without this crucial factor, I might have been able to adapt, as I did,… for a time.

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Cooties!

Cute-insect-grub-cjmaddenCooties!

It’s Springtime again and the insects are coming!  The insects are coming!  They hatch from their little alien egg-sacks and peer up at the house lights.  “What’s that, Mama,” they ask?  “It is the mecca, my children.  A place of warmth and all the tasty blood you can get.”

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Better off in the Sunlight

Better off in the Sunlight

kingda_04Life is a roller-coaster, you know?  With chest-ripping climbs and stomach-dropping plunges, corkscrews and loop-de-loops and… nausea.  At least, this is my life.  Isn’t everybody’s like this?  Or am I being overly-dramatic again?

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EGG SALAD

Egg salad.  It’ll kill you.
Of course, most things will in this world.
Laid, gathered, sold and bought.
Boiled, peeled, mashed and seasoned.

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For the Strength of Youth

For the Strength of Youth

Age is relative.  In our society we are generally so quick to segregate ourselves into generations that can’t understand one another.  The “older generation” doesn’t have a clue what the “younger generation” is going through.  Or, from the “older generation’s” perspective, the “younger generation” is so “entitled”.  We are so quick to segregate ourselves by decade.  “You know you’re a child of the 90’s if…” or “…a child of the 80’s, 70’s, etc.”  Our music defines us and separates us by generation.  The old folks sometimes call the music of today “noise,” and the young people of today’s generation may call the music of yesteryear “boring”.  Not always, but sometimes.mind-the-gap-lg

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Kathleen Turner’s vocal wannabe

Kathleen Turner’s vocal wannabe

Yesterday I arose at three in the morning to make it to a 4:30am. crew call to check-in a hundred extras.  For those who work in film, you know this is not unusual.  Heinous and insane, yes; but not unusual.  Halfway through the check-in process, it hit.  Nausea, dizziness, and I started to lose my voice.  I thought it was just the feeling of being overwhelmed having to directly interact with so many people at once.  That does get a little overwhelming for me.  Either that, or the fact that the head of our H.R. department was sitting right next to me, listening to every stray word that flew from my mouth in my usual attitude of easy morning banter.

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Just Grateful. That’s all.

Thank You for reading this.  Really, I’m so very grateful whenever anyone visits my blog for any reason.  Thank you, Maria, for always responding to my posts in some way.  And Thank you, M.A., for always “liking” whatever I post — even if it’s crap.  And a special shout-out and humongous THANK YOU to whoever you are in the Bay Area who reads EVERY one of these posts!  I don’t know who you are, but you absolutely MAKE MY DAY all the time!

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Like Muppets for Teachers

Like Muppets for Teachers

Let’s talk about teachers for a minute.  No doubt that everyone has their favorites as well as their least liked.  I’ve mentioned a bit about my piano teachers in “People I’m Thankful for Even Though I Hate Them.”  But I’m talking “school” here.

Oh, the memories…  Oh, the PTSD!

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Vagabond – Travel Leg 1

Vagabond

Twelve times in twelve years.  And not just any twelve years: my first twelve years of life.  That’s how often our family moved.

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A Tale of Two Agents

A Tale of Two Agents

WetFloorLate for the plane, the ticket agent suggested that I go directly to the gate.  I stepped off in a semi-run on the tiled floor and whoop!  My boots slipped out from under me and I was on zi floo’.  I made a lightening-round recovery and looked backed, suspiciously slit-eyed, at the place where I had slipped, fully expecting there to be a puddle of sunscreen there on the floor. Continue reading

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